Summary: In the third year of the war, Draco is discovered as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Snape brings him to Grimmauld Place for safety. But months of being locked in a house with Potter take their toll, and soon both boys are in over their heads.

Pairing: Harry/Draco. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Warnings: Sexual content. Language.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.

Betaed by YaoiFanGirl101

Draco had just reached the top of the stairs when someone grabbed him by the arm and shoved him bodily into a linen closet.

"Scar-head,"

"Shut up," Potter replies, as he pushes Draco against the wall and kisses him. Draco submits for a few seconds, and then pushes Potter off him and against the opposite wall. His foot gets caught on a bucket on the floor, and he flops gracelessly against Potter, who has the gall to laugh at him.

Draco's face is in the crook of Potter's neck, and he bites down. Potter moans, and bucks his hips up against him. Draco continues biting Potter's neck, and reaches across the closet and puts locking and

silencing charms on the door.

Potter uses his lapse in attention to take control of the situation back. He flips their positions and slams Draco back against the wall so hard he sees stars. When Draco recovers, he pulls Potter's jumper and shirt off. The garment is rough against his hands, and Draco would never wear it in a million years. However, the green looks good on Potter. But nothing looks even better on Potter.

He takes a good look at Potter's chest, as well as he can in the dark, and chuckles. It's covered with red hickeys, splashed in random patterns across Potter's muscles. The thought of Potter trying to explain them to Weasley amuses Draco to no end. Potter pulls him up to his mouth again, effectively smothering Draco's laugh.

Potter doesn't bother with Draco's shirt. He goes straight for his trousers. Potter's tongue is in Draco's mouth, and it's hard to concentrate. When Potter's hand squeezes extraordinarily hard on Draco's prick, Draco reacts instinctively and bites down. Potter gasps in pain, but it is muffled against Draco's mouth.

Draco can taste Potter's blood, coppery and warm in his mouth. Potter tries to pull back, but Draco won't let him go.

So Potter tries another tack. He moves one of his hands up Draco's shirt to a nipple and twists. Draco groans, and tilts his head back. Potter takes his open neck as an invitation and repays Draco for the half a dozen or so hickeys on his own chest.

Draco's hands fumble with the buttons on Potter's Muggle trousers. He's become more adept with them recently; it doesn't take as long as it used too to get Potter's trousers down. Potter wasn't wearing anything under his trousers; so Draco is greeted with the view of Potter's red and hard cock, precome dripping off of the tip.

Draco searches fruitlessly through Potter's pockets for lube.

"Where is it?" Draco manages to gasp out.

Potter swears. "Shit. I forgot it this morning. I'm sure there is something in here we can use."

"I'm not using a cleaning product as lube, Potter, I have standards."

"It's that or spit," Potter growls.

Draco considers for a moment simply not having Potter fuck him, but only for a moment. The second Potter pulled him into the closet his cock had hardened at the thought of what was to come. He's definitely not using a cleaning product. Draco groans, but grabs Potter's fingers into his mouth.

He sucks for a few seconds, and mostly ignores the needy sounds Potter makes. Potter finally withdraws his fingers and lifts Draco up slightly. Draco wraps his legs around Potter, and shudders at the delicious friction between his cock and Potter's stomach.

There's some fumbling, because it's dark in the closet and Potters glasses are on the floor somewhere, but then Potter's fingers are tracing Draco's entrance.

Draco doesn't know how Potter got so good at this, considering he's supposedly only dated two girls, one of whom is a Weasley. The thought of Potter doing this to her is laughable, and makes Draco's prick flag slightly. So he shoves it away and focuses on the delicious sensations as Potter angels his finger just right and bumps his prostate.

Before Draco knows it, he feels the tip of Potter's cock at his entrance. He never even noticed the fingers being withdrawn. But he's in no position to complain, and as Potter starts to slowly push in, he in fact does the opposite.

Potter is too bloody slow, Draco's not a fucking girl and he's not going to break. He adjusts his grip on Potters shoulders and slams his hips into Potter, successfully sheathing Potter in him. Potter's moan is as loud as Draco's.

Potter starts moving right away, managing to find that perfect rhythm. It's a mix of pleasure and pain as Potter brushes his prostate on every other stroke or so.

Draco buries his face into Potter's neck, and moves his hand to deal with his own neglected erection. His hand matches the rhythm set by Potter and soon Draco is very close.

"Harry! Where are you?"

The sound of Granger's voice shocks both of them (the silencing charm only works one way), and Potter stilled his movements.

"Don't you fucking dare stop, Potter!"

"But Hermione-"

"I don't bloody care!"

Potter wasn't really in much of a position to argue, and his hips resumed their movements. Draco could hear Granger and Weasley still calling out for Potter.

Draco has never been gladder for locking charms in his life. As the din in the hall died down, Potter moaned "Malfoy!" and came.

Draco lasted only a few seconds longer and came all over their stomachs. As soon as Potter recovered from his post-orgasmic bliss, he pulled out of Draco, and hurriedly dressed. Then he ran off downstairs to find out what his friends wanted.

When Draco got downstairs, Potter was gone, as was Granger and Weasley. Dismissing it as another case of Gryffindor madness, Draco promptly forgot about it.